Queen Browser.

Rickita is 27 going on 18-45. She loves movies and dinners. She loves music. She loves HGTV. She loves to nap. She loves being alone. She loves the company of children and their genuine enthusiasm and sense of discovery. She loves having no clue. She loves text messaging. She loves fashion (she's secretly addicted to it). She loves day dreaming. She loves to read anything about African/African American people and their struggles/triumphs. She's learning to heal. The only science fiction she reads is by Octavia Butler. She wants to say that she cusses like a sailor, can't sit and eat at a table properly, is a talented burper. But in interest of her current employers finding this blog, she'll stick with....she loves education.

She's a teacher.

 And she thinks that if you don't read "Medical Apartheid", you're not living.

And if you don't finish Native Son, you're a loser. Kidding, because I haven't finished it yet...but I will some time next week. The point is, just read it.
Thu Jul 3

so it’s been a minute

i think i will take this opportunity to update my four readers on the goings ons of my life:

1. my quest to gain weight leaves me lethargic and exhausted. who would have thunk it? eating to get bigger is a full time committment. i have yet to purchase a scale, so i couldn’t tell you if having the hashbrowns for breakfast is working or not. gotta cop one soon.

2. shadey boy and i are doing quite lovely. he is so incredibly sweet. he and my mother are already beefing though. :c/ he doesn’t want to come down with me to my birthday party because my mom was mean to him and she doesn’t want him to come, because she doesn’t think he’s the one. nevertheless he has been (another) breath of fresh air. we’re three weeks strong…

3. so pure wonder boy ended up being a pyscho. we got in an argument last time i went home so he demanded i mail him the two t shirts he gave me while we were dating. mind you they were too small and that’s why he insisted on me sleeping in and keeping them. he also gave me his sister’s flip flops to wear home one day.

anyway, he tells me to mail them. i’m like sure, what’s your address? he gives it to me and i forget to mail them. fast forward two weeks later he texts me with “should i assume that you will never me the t shirts and flip flops?” i say sure, what is your address? i still haven’t mailed them. then he puts on his gmail status message (status message beef is quite annoying) “good for free t shirts”. are you shitting me? is it that serious? mailing you your shirt has not and will not be a priority. i mean he annoys me so much that if i saw him in the street i would roll my eyes.

so this afternoon he sends me a text invite to a barbecue and reminds me that my birthday is coming up. what the fuck is up with dude? shit i’m going though…i like potato salad too much.

4. i’m still reading native son. yes i know—but i’m almost at page 300. rion gave me a short story to read which i quite enjoyed. he also gave me a novel entitled “the average american male”. it’s hard to really get through it, because i can’t imagine someone jerking off as much as the main character does.

5. i went out to dinner with my former crush/co worker from roosevelt. he’s cool and hopefully we can remain some sort of friends… 

gotta go. got the itis.